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My Goodbye To A Southern Gentleman

Itโ€™s a year to the day that you left us. I knew it was coming, we all did. In your moments of clarity you spoke constantly about wanting to go home and be with your mother and see your brothers. During your last days you had become frustrated and agitated that Jesus hadnโ€™t come to take you home yet. We knew, we felt the shift of the seasons, but it still hurt none the less.